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Paul Swenbeck of Salem, Mass.

Two hundred years of sunlight

Streamed through our eyes

From the smoky coals we tended

In the Acadian night

Superheated popping sap energy

Tapped to sunburn our faces

With light our grandfathers might have seen.

Like a star we see burned

Out for a million years,

The flames yield to a structure

That is logical, perfect, inevitable.

The heavy wood gives back its light

Completely to the dust from which it came.
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